Meeting Milly

By Androgyne

A good while back I was contacted by a reader Michelle Darling with ideas for a story or series of stories. What came from her was the "Higham Green" stories. Michelle claims she cannot write to save her life but what she can do is come up with characters names and descriptions as well as interesting plotlines. "Meeting Milly" comes from Michelle's ideas and my writing. I hope the readers like it and forthcoming chapters.

Emmeline [ Milly ] Derry walks swiftly along the final stages of her trip home from school; her long legs scissor from beneath the hem of her short school kilt. She is so preoccupied by what’s on her mind she ignores the admiring glances she is receiving. Schoolboys heading home, just like Milly, eye her up, as do men lucky enough to be seeing her. Though the latter would never admit an attraction to a 13 year old for one second of course.

She also receives covert glances from any number of schoolgirls and ladies and normally Milly would enjoy their attention. Milly has no interest in dating or even being in the company of boys and men; Milly is a girl’s girl and a woman’s girl! She’s clearly also a young doll who catches the eye.

At the garden gate of her home Milly doesn’t even slow down but whips through to let it slam shut behind her. Once her key opens the front door the alarm begins beeping its countdown. An intruder alarm isn’t a luxury in a home that houses an attractive mother and two stunning pre teen daughters! Milly disarms it with the 5-digit code and locks the door behind her.

She knows her mother won’t be home; as a single parent her mother works long hours. The Derry’s don’t live in poverty but a careful budget for life’s luxuries is needed. What Milly wants to ensure is that her sister, the 11-year-old Claire, doesn’t arrive from her school before Milly can complete her task. If Claire finds the door locked she’ll ring and knock then ask why she was locked out; but Milly needs a little privacy for a few minutes.

On her long legs she moves upstairs to her bedroom as fast and lithely as she headed home. Once in her room she undresses fast. Her school blazer, tie, kilt, and shoes, are all stowed neatly away in her wardrobe. Her blouse, panties, and knee-socks are tossed into the bathroom laundry basket. Naked she trots into her sister’s room and roots through Claire’s clothes drawers.

When she finds what she wants she grins widely and heads back to her own room. She’s snaffled a pair of navy blue short shorts that are really too small for her but that’s the whole point of the exercise. With difficulty she wriggles into them; finding them skin tight even on her slender frame. From her own clothes she selects a pale blue tee shirt printed with a picture of a busty sword bearing samurai lady.

After considering, for a few moments, she adds a pair of blue and silver hooped knee-socks to her outfit. Primed now she picks up from her bedside cabinet what is probably her most prized possession. Her cell phone is her constant companion and she guards it even more carefully than her laptop. Turning the phone on from standby she selects camera mode. Reaching behind her she squeezes the tee shirt as tight across her tiny braless tits as she can. Her small breast buds are conical and tipped with sharply pointed pink nipples.

Thrusting her small boobs forward she takes a series of shots that should show off her upper assets as well as the indecently tight shorts and her long dancer’s legs to their best effect. Getting out of the shorts is even harder than wriggling into them but once free of them she hurries to fold them and replace them exactly where she sneaked them from.

Back in her room she turns on her laptop and connects her phone to it via a USB cable to download her pictures into the laptop. Having accomplished that she goes online to visit her number 1 website called “Manga Affairs” on its homepage. Milly has been into Manga for a long time and currently her focus is on “Super Sonico” and its busty guitar playing heroine.

Logging in Milly heads for the competition page where the web-mistress, who calls herself “Tanaka the Demon”, has made a very interesting offer. Send in some pictures of yourself and say in 100 words why you’re so into Sonico and win a Sonico prize. Milly has already rehearsed her words and types them in furiously fast. She then attaches her set of photos to her reasons and clicks on send.

All she can do now is wait for a response from Tanaka but jeeze it didn’t cost a penny did it? Now she strips off her tee shirt and socks to replace them with a plain tee and socks, tugs on clean panties, and dons a pair of tight [ but not too tight since mum will have a say on that ] leggings and finally slippers. Scampering downstairs she takes off the lock and has barely entered the kitchen when she hears a key in the lock.

When the door swings open a stranger might think at first that a second Milly was entering. Claire is a slightly smaller and younger clone of her sister. Tall and slender like Milly sister Claire has inherited the lovely silver blond fine-spun hair and pale classic good looks. Though not at the same school as Milly her uniform is almost identical and at first glance they are hard to tell apart.

Claire is slightly shorter and, though masked now by her blazer, she isn’t as yet sprouting the small shapely breasts Milly is. Claire’s secret pride though is her long and thick rose pink nipples that stand hard and proud under her blouse.

“Hey sis how’s school?”

Milly calls from the kitchen where she’s laying the table for the three of them to dine when her mum arrives home.

“Okay I guess. Got a pass on a surprise quiz and didn’t get into trouble at all so pretty good.”

Meanwhile, as the sisters chat, a woman is seated behind a desk in a large and well furnished home office area.

With a click of her mouse Miranda Prince puts up the next set of pictures, sent in by an army of “Sonico” fans hoping for a prize, on her 24-inch monitor screen. Her eyes are tired after a long time spent on this task and, despite her comfortable swivel office chair, she pauses to work her head and shoulders till the vertebrae crack.

She’s a woman in her forties possessed of a voluptuous body, her skin is a matt olive and her eyes and hair are dark. For comfort’s sake she currently wears no bra and is attired in loose jogging pants and one of her huge selection of “Manga” tee shirts. A “Sailor Moon” tee shirt as it happens. This one depicts 4 of the girls standing with a huge full moon behind them.

Rubbing her sandy eyes Miranda turns back to the screen and stiffens in her seat. Into her mind springs “Jesus fucking Christ where’s this one been hiding herself” as she hunches closer to the screen. Looking at the first photo she takes in the classic pale features framed by silky long silver blond hair. Immediately she sets up the file of 8 photos as a slideshow and watches them repeat themselves on her screen.

Her eyes drink in the tight tee shirt and beneath the thin cotton those tiny conical breasts tipped with hard seeming nipples. She ogles the crotch hugging micro shorts and, moving down, views the girl’s sensationally long and smooth thighs and lower legs. She needs to know who the girl is and that will be easy to find out.

Diving into her database she finds “Milly the Dancer” as site username and then finds Milly has bought from the site so a delivery address is listed. Jesus thinks Miranda the kid’s even left a contact phone number; all the better it’s a cell-phone number so mummy or daddy won’t be picking up to answer.

Miranda is already hooked. Whether she gets to have the girl or not is a moot point but she’s got every opportunity to get close enough to try! Now Miranda does hand out prizes to the guys but the girls get the good stuff and if that gives Miranda an edge with the young darlings then so much the better. Switching to the site’s Email facility she keys in Milly’s address and begins to type.

“My dear Milly the Dancer. I’ve looked at your photos and read your “Sonico” attractions and can unhesitatingly offer you a selection of prizes. You may pick any 3 from the list I’m attaching but there’s more yet.”

At this point Miranda pauses and ponders on whether to go ahead and be as blunt and open as she’s considering. Shrugging she decides to take the chance. She figures the slender lovely is maybe 12 or 13 and gifts plus flattery might well have the desired effect. Smiling now she begins typing again.

“Your photos are wonderful and you express yourself so well I’m very impressed with your looks and maturity. Perhaps you could send me some more pictures of yourself showing me, how can I put this, more of Milly and less of your outfit. I’m considering using one of your pictures on my site suitably photoshopped into a “Manga” heroine. Please reply as soon as you can Milly dear.

She signs the mail “Tanaka the Demon/Miranda Prince” and clicks on send. Leaning back she feels the tingles from her now hard and erect nipples and the moist heat in her panties. Switching back to the selfie slideshow Miranda watches them repeat again and again as she tugs free the drawstring of her jogging pants. Her hand slips inside them and then inside her satin and lace panties.

Watching the gorgeous young girl’s images flicking across her monitor screen Miranda caresses her wet and now swollen labia. An electric current seems to be crackling through her throbbing pussy so she ups the ante. Sliding two and then three fingers into her sopping crease she finger fucks herself mercilessly hard.

Working alone and from home she has no need to worry about being either seen or heard and her gasps and grunts are loud in the quiet office. One hand pleasuring her sex the other grips a hard nipple to twist and tweak it ruthlessly. With a strangled scream she arches her body as she orgasms massively and in her mind’s eye she sees only the stunning Milly.

As she rocks and writhes in her chair somehow her brain still functions, enough to think that somehow and someway she has to meet Milly in the flesh, and she already thinks she knows how.

At home, in the kitchen, Milly, along with her sister Claire and mum Roberta are finishing off an evening meal of chicken salad. They’ve been chatting throughout the meal and currently a smug Claire is telling mum about her high score in the surprise class quiz. While this is going on Milly’s phone chimes softly. She picks it up and finds she’s received an Email. Her main Email account is linked to her phone of course.

When she reads who it’s from her silvery eyebrows arch slightly in surprise. She recognises the “Manga” site’s Email address but this is from a name and that name reads Miranda @ not just the general site address. Roberta glances across at her eldest daughter.

“Anything important love?”

Coaching her features to appear casual she shrugs at her mother.

“Not really mum. Just a mail from my “Manga” site with some special offers.”

“Well don’t take up too many of them love. We’re doing okay but money doesn’t grow on trees and you’re not getting any extra pocket money any time soon.”

After finishing the meal the girls complete their homework and Milly heads up to her room to open and read her Email. Her eyes widen when she reads it and widen further when she learns that “Tanaka the Demon” web-mistress is actually a Miranda who wants to see more of Milly. Milly is more worldly wise than many a grown woman and she grins wickedly. If Miranda wants then Miranda will get what she asks for.

Wondering just what Miranda looks like Milly considers just how interested the woman might be in her. Well later she’ll oblige “Tanaka”!

In her bed Milly lies awake and alert as she listens to be certain nothing is moving in the house. She glances at the glowing display of her digital alarm clock and decides that her mother, out early to work in the morning, will be sound asleep now as will her sister Claire. Tossing back the light quilt that covers her she sits up and clicks on her bedside lamp. Soft footing it across the room she next snaps on the overhead light to illuminate her bedroom brightly.

Milly had slipped into bed wearing her oversized tee shirt with the printed image of a lady samurai on it. She’d teamed this with an unflatteringly baggy pair of shorts. Now she skins out of the tee shirt and tosses it onto the foot of her bed and tugs loose the drawstring of the shorts waistband. They whisper down her slender silky thighs and legs and she steps out of them to stand naked on her bedroom’s soft carpet.

Milly pads across to a full-length mirror hung on her wall to stare at her reflection. She’s well satisfied with what she sees. A girl, tall for her 13 years, with a mane of fine silver blond hair swirling around her pale shoulders looks back at her. Her breast buds are small, conical, and tipped with sharply pointed pink nipples. Taking a nipple between each thumb and forefinger she pinches them firmly till they swell and harden.

Milly’s belly is flat and her hips are narrow where they flow down to smooth and beautifully shaped thighs and legs. Turning she glances back over her shoulder so she can examine her taut buttocks in the glass. Finally she inspects her neat and perfect pussy. Delicate pink labia shield her slightly moist crease.

Girls in her class have already sprouted small bushes of pubic hair but not a trace of silvery fuzz has appeared on her silky vulva. Satisfied fully with what she sees Milly crosses to her dressing table to collect one of her most expensive and prized possessions. Her cell phone with its camera and video capture features.

Activating the camera Milly begins taking a series of naked selfies; concentrating on her small but lovely breast buds with the erect nipples she has produced. Next she brings her gorgeous legs into focus and finally, probed by her long fingers, her dewy slit. Her pale cheeks glow with excitement as she thinks about what the woman she’ll send these photos to will think and say about them.

Shutting down her phone she replaces it on the dresser; tomorrow she’ll mail the photos to the web-mistress who seems so interested in her. As she turns off the overhead light her fingers stray to her left nipple; still tender and tingling from her pinches and tweaking. Stroking a sensitive breast bud she feels the familiar warm pulsing and dampness between her thighs.

Sliding back under her quilt she splays her thighs to rub her fingers more easily over her now puffy and distinctly wet labia. Rubbing faster she feels the hard nub of her small clitoris swelling to emerge from its sheath. Milly’s heartbeat increases and she begins to pant slightly as electric tingles and growing heat herald one of her potent orgasms.

Her belly ripples and her breasts rise and fall faster and faster as her slender hips writhe on the sheet. Gritting her teeth she erupts into a violent climax punctuated by muffled gasps and groans as her thighs are wet from her creamy juices. She shudders her way into exhaustion at last to lie still for a short while.

When she can move once more and her mind is clear she collects a wad of tissues from the box on her bedside cabinet to mop herself fairly clean and dry again. Dragging back on her tee shirt but ignoring her shorts she nestles down under the quilt with a faint smile flickering over her thin lips and drifts off into a deep contented sleep.

Milly wakes and glances at her clock alarm to find she’s fully alert although it is approaching 4 AM. With the house totally silent she slides out of bed and out of her bedroom to cross the landing and into the bathroom. With a facecloth and some warm water she washes away the sticky remnants of her thunderous and wet climax earlier. Back in her room once more and the door closed she repeats the process of uploading the selfies into her laptop.

When she sends them off to Miranda she adds a simple message reading “Are these what you were thinking of” and signs the mail “Your darling Milly” so if Miranda doesn’t get the meaning now she never will.

Later, on the same day, Miranda Prince walks into her home office bearing a huge mug of coffee. The night before she dined out on a fine steak washed down with a nice rose wine. Later in the evening she dined on a slightly tipsy teenager to their very mutual satisfaction. Still tender from some vigorous fingering she settles in her swivel chair to check for Emails.

She first checks for personal Emails and scans the list. Once she sees she has one from Milly she opens it fast and opens the attachment even faster. Her eyes almost cross as she scans the naked pictures. Oh yeah she’s just GOT to get up close and personal with this honey. Her thoughts from the day before click into a simple and easy solution.

Milly’s home address is in Sherwood City and in no more than a few weeks the Sherwood City Exhibition Centre is hosting “Manga Comicon” and Miranda will of course be attending. Switching to her personal Email she types out her second mail to the lovely young girl.

“Dearest Milly what a naughty girl you are! Yes of course those pictures are exactly what I was looking for and for sending them you deserve a very special prize. As I’m sure you know “Manga Comicon” is being held in your hometown quite soon. How would you like to attend the convention as my guest? That would give you and a guest an “All area access” pass to places and people the public don’t get much chance to see. I have your cell phone number from your membership file so I intend to call you at 8 PM exactly tonight. Perhaps you might like to be somewhere where you can talk openly when I speak to you. Love from the Demon lady.”

Before clicking “send” Miranda makes a big decision. Searching through her personal picture file she attaches to the Email a shot of herself wearing just a crimson thong and posed on a wide bed. Now she smiles sensuously and her fingers creep under her robe, to once more rub and stroke herself to a massive climax, while this time ogling a slideshow featuring a naked Milly.

That same day Milly is bent over a textbook studying hard when her phone, in the pocket of her blazer, vibrates. Milly’s school has a “No phones in class” rule but the pupils widely ignore the rule. Surreptitiously easing her phone out she opens it to find another Email from Miranda. No attempt to read it here in class Milly waits until lunchtime.

When the bell rings to announce lunch break Milly heads straight for the girls toilets and shuts herself into a cubicle. Opening her phone up she next opens and reads the Email before opening the picture. Miranda has a wonderfully lush body. Even on the small screen her wide areolas and long thick nipples can be clearly seen. Milly grins widely and types in her reply.

“I’ll be waiting for your call Miranda and you have a fantastic body.”

Aroused now she slips down her panties, leans back, and, spitting on her fingers, strums smoothly on her throbbing pussy. Breathing harder she now moves to the hard nub of her clit button and, as the fires mount, she bites her free hand to muffle any moans. In almost total silence her climax erupts as hard as the one from the night before. Writhing on the toilet seat she once more finds her thighs splashed with her thick juices as she stifles gasps of pleasure.

This time she cleans herself as best she can with toilet paper and, unable to wash herself at one of the toilet’s washbowls, settles for wadding her handkerchief inside her panties to prevent tell tale stains appearing on them. Milly can’t wait for tonight’s phone call from Miranda!